94 Episode 32. COSMOSE'S CORSE (5),

You can win.

I could give the answer right away.

'When you can use both magic and spirit.’

Although I have become dull after retirement.Ziman, recently beat Alisa, who was a former special rental for Beacon. It is true that Dante is extremely good, but he seemed to be able to overpower him.

However, if we compete only with swordsmanship.

'I'm not sure about that. Black, instantaneous, explosive, accuracy. It was all amazing.’

The second game started but I couldn't see it. Instead, only the moment Dante hit Mentis in the neck was repeated in his head.

Dante Hailan, obviously, was a better swordsman than Jean. There's a three-year time difference, so it can't be helped.

So Jean had to analyze.

Until they meet at the stadium and face the sword, there is a possibility that they will have to find a way to win.

'But like the rest of the contestants, I don't want to use tricks or traps. It is meaningful only when it is purely head-on.’

While Jin is worried about this.

Across the street, Veradin in the high-class audience couldn't control his pounding heart.

'Good thing you came, I didn't expect you to join Jindo! Besides, I didn't know I could see Jean and Dante facing the sword so quickly....this windfall.'

Jean and Dante.

Veradin had never imagined that he would run into two of his rivals in such a space.

Sadly, Jean doesn't care much about Veradin.

* * *

Jin watched both the first and second group matches afterwards.

No notable figures have been found since Dante. Initially, it was expected that the arena would be more of a brutality than a martial arts competition.

All three-star or less participants are busy playing tricks, and the dumb ones are the eyes of the nobility, and the veterans slowly torture and cheer their opponents.

That was Cosmos' arena.

'Tomorrow we're playing three or four groups a day. After three days, I'll be in the game. So until then...….’

I had to endure the night of the cubby.

in a way much more dangerous than the main game

Currently, there are 147 participants left in the accommodation at each resort. Thirty-five of the 182 participants have already died.

More than 10 of them died during the match. The other 25 people were killed in a fight at their quarters.

Poisoning, assassinating, and attacking, as well as fighting.

If you sit in a room and lean against the wall with the intention of resting, you'll end up with a goal.

Therefore, Jin could not sleep for the next three days. I don't know if I'm sleeping in the audience, but it was impossible to get a good night's sleep.

I had sleepless training when I was a cadet....it's the first time I've had three days to survive.’

It's not that I haven't thought about taking turns to rest after forming a gang with some of the participants under my wing.

But is there anyone who can be trusted among those who have participated in this crazy contest? enough to sleep with each other's backs on each other, eat together, or protect each other until the game comes.

There was no such thing. 70% of the participants were pirates who were outside scuffling and robbing, and 20% were made up of cunning mercenaries or miscellaneous vessels.

A little better than them, the remaining 10%. In other words, ordinary uninhabited people who visit this arena to gain experience without knowing the world. common people, so to speak, who are not cunning

They are already mostly dead. They're too small to survive in this cave. Even if they were alive, Jean would never have made a gang with them.

'Oh, shit, let's hang in there. Am I the only one tired? Even the ones who try to kill me will be tired and come at me.’

Sreung.

The upright Jean pulled the bradamante out and put it down on the floor. So that you can swing whenever someone comes at you.

Time went by very slowly.

In the darkness beyond the iron bars, the thought of 147 enemies made me feel more so.

And after a slow time, it slowly dawns and lights up around it.

Jean never came under attack.

Did it work yesterday when I cut off the fingers and arms of those who didn't know and sent them back? I didn't expect anyone to come to my room.'

Of course that doesn't mean 'I can sleep tonight.' Participants who want to kill Jean might be waiting for him to get tired.

There seemed to have been quite a few fights outside the night. The number of participants decreased from 147 to 140, and there were many who did not die but were quite injured.

After a brief meal with dried food and water, the information station announced the start of the game. From the second day, the game was scheduled from morning to night.

Urrrr.......

participants walking in the hall with a hollow face Again, Jin moved to the audience at the end of the procession.

And there was the same day as yesterday. Watching substandard atrocities, returning to the room at the end of the game.

As "murder" was prohibited in the audience, I was able to fall asleep several times. Participants all slept like that, but it didn't help much to relieve fatigue.

Night again.

Jin participated in the arena and did nothing for two days. Except for taking over the room at first and scolding some stupid participants.

Nevertheless, I felt like my whole body was going to be crushed by extreme fatigue.

Naturally, it was due to lack of sleep.

If you simply couldn't sleep, it wouldn't be this hard. But keeping all nerves open, keeping them on the brink of war for two days was more terrible than I imagined.

'Today, tomorrow, if you hold out......you can. You said you'd get a proper break once the winner's game starts, so you just have to clench your teeth until then.’

At this rate, by the time of the 13th group match, he could barely make up to 20 percent of his usual power.

It didn't matter. Unless the first opponent is Dante, whoever you meet, 20 percent is enough. Even if you're a 'pretty good' veteran in this arena.

a gin plucked with bradamante just like yesterday

Is it because fatigue is increasing?

This time again, time was running frantically slowly. Due to accumulated fatigue, I felt sleepy once in a while.

And to the chagrin of it, tonight's night at the foot volleyball court was even. Often I heard a distant scream of someone dying, but that was all.

No one attacked the camp again today.

It was rather making Jean suffer. The suspicion that some of them were waiting to be exhausted was certain, and the inability to know who they were was was unbearably unpleasant.

It was so close to four in the morning.

An idea suddenly flashed across Jin's mind.

'I'm just gonna step up and kill him first?'

I got goose bumps.

Of course, most of the participants are worthy of calling themselves villains, but the fact that they thought about killing more than 100 humans without much resentment.

'Ha, I feel like I'm going crazy. As Lord Kashmir said, it's definitely a dangerous competition.’

Whoo!

He picked out a big breath, and got his mind together again. You're going to kill quite a few people all your life as a warrior, but you don't have to be a crazy killer.

About an hour after that.

Buck. Buck. Buck....

I could feel a sound of footsteps coming closer in the hallway outside. It couldn't just be a participant passing through the hall, and it was evident that he was moving to hit someone else.

'Is it finally starting?’

Of course he might be after someone else, not himself, but Jin first grabbed Bradamante without a sound.

The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

It was close enough to reach Jin's room just one step further, just next to Jin's room.

'I think you were aiming for me. Whether he's bold or stupid. You're so straightforward. Or are you half out of your mind because you haven't slept for two days?'

I stood up, lowered my posture, and tightened my grip. As soon as he came to the bar, he cut it off at a blow.

The strong smell of blood vibrated from the opponent standing outside the iron bar.

The next moment, Jean could hear an unexpected voice.

"Wait... ...can I talk to you?"

a gravelly voice

It was Dante.

'What, Dante? Why would he come to me?’

All kinds of thoughts came to mind at the moment.

Do you know who I am? If you know, did Veradin tell you? Is that why you're here to decide the outcome right now? If not, just by chance?

My heart was pounding.

If Dante is sleeping enough unlike himself, he can't win. I'm tired here, so I can't even ask you to fight next time.

"Story?"

Jean asked calmly, hiding her bewildered thoughts.

"Yes."

Jin, who had been agonizing for a while, opened the iron bars.

"Come in."

"Thank you..."

Shaking!

'Huh?'

As soon as he enters the room, he seems to have difficulty keeping his body, to kneel down on one knee. While Jean raised her surprised eyes, Dante opened his mouth first.

"Excuse me to meet you for the first time... Please... ...put me to sleep. Instead, I'll stand guard tomorrow so you can sleep."

"What the hell does that mean?"

" Literally. I can't stand it any longer. You have to sleep for an hour......I don't think I'm crazy."

Dante, for example, has reached his limit. After two nights of glaring and waiting for the assassins like Jean.

"But why me? What do you believe in?"

"I've been watching you since yesterday. Unlike the other contestants, you seem to be a real fighter. In this arena, only you. That's why it's reliable......Drunken."

Drunken, Drunken...….

Seeing Dante lying down and asleep without saying anything behind his back.

Jean's an absurd...I had no choice but to feel...

What the hell is he doing? In some ways, it's more shocking than Veradin.’

It's not a problem if Jean slit Dante's throat right now. Dante looked as if he had snored and had completely fallen asleep.

"Hairan doesn't train you to sleepless? Or he's got more participants, especially.’

But even before such a ridiculous heart was taken away.

Sweep, swipe.

This time, I began to hear the clear footsteps of Tee, who tried to hide it.

It was the footsteps of another participant gang, who had been waiting for Dante to "get tired," and at that moment Jin was able to realize one fact.

'Dante's strong smell of blood. Dude, you've been haunted by other participants and come here. Unlike me, where no one came to see me. Anyway.'

It wouldn't be a bad idea to make the next housekeeper in the Highlands go into debt at least once.

Jean surrounded the Bradamante with Orr and prepared to greet the assassins instead of Dante.